Wedded To The Mafia Lord

The content of Vaabook comes from the Internet. In case of any problems, you can click the customer service button in the upper right corner to provide your feedback “Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his heated mouth. “Go on now.. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” “I— I do.” I choked out before letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. “Don’t tell me this is turning you on.” He cooed slowly. My eyelids fluttered continuously when he tightened his hold on my throat, sending sparks of pleasure exploding in my head and a louder, breathy moan falling out my parted lips. “You’re actually getting off on this?? To my hand wrapped around your throat??” He continued before I could begin to gather my scattered thoughts and try forming a coherent sentence. “Oh darling, you’re so pathetic… so dirty and pathetic.” *** Never in Sofia’s thoroughly sheltered life did she ever imagined that getting married off to the mafia lord once she clocked eighteen, would be introducing her into a power dynamic lifestyle she had no idea existed. ——— Forced to marry the mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of, at the age of eighteen. Sofia, with fear in her veins, had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. It was supposed to be about fulfilling duties when Luca took a wife like he was expected to, since he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. Sofia had no idea she needed someone to be the bigger person in her life, someone to take care of her and make her feel safe. Someone to hold her in his arms and make her panic attacks vanish away with his presence alone, someone to dominate and make her decisions for her, until Luca. Luca never imagined he’d be in any way attracted to his new wife because he had never been attracted to petite looking girls with wide blown eyes and an innocence which was a sharp contrast to the dark, empty hole in place of his heart… until Sofia. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the good to so many bad in his blood, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his, with his handprints on her ass, his cum dripping off her face, his bite marks all over her slim throat… and so many other dirty ways. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be looming around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.